Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
RALAN STYLES
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RALAN STYLES
Songwriter
Lyrics
Dino, let's pop it
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey
She don't fuck with you 'cause brody you ain't got no motion
Everywhere I go you know I cause commotion
I'm like, fuck your co-sign I don't need no promotion
Blew up by myself while niggas got promoted
I got three bitches with me, ain't not hocus-pocus
'Cause I put my trust into a bitch and then she went and broke it
Now I'm focused on the bigger picture and no, I'm not jokin'
Ralan styles hottest by a mile, act like I don't know it
Look at my, look at my wrist
The diamonds on me, they gon dance my nigga
I cannot focus on bitches
I gotta focus on bands my nigga
I got the Glock in my hand
You run up I aim at your mans my nigga
How do you hate me?
But watch me you was a fan my nigga
She said her body count like ten
Multiple that shit by ten
I can never trust again
Watch up on me like I'm Ben
And this shit cost me 'bout ten
I can never play pretend
Yeah, shorty give me brain, she goin' mental
Cuban on my neck it's feeling like a 'sicle
Why you rattin' why you snitchin' Stuart Little
Why you flexin' in a car but it's a rental
She don't fuck with you 'cause brody you ain't got no motion (yeah)
Everywhere I go you know I cause commotion (I cause commotion)
I'm like, fuck your co-sign I don't need no promotion (no promotion)
Blew up by myself while niggas got promoted (got promoted)
I got three bitches with me, ain't not hocus-pocus
'Cause I put my trust into a bitch and then she went and broke it
Now I'm focused on the bigger picture and no, I'm not jokin'
Ralan styles hottest by a mile, act like I don't know it
Writer(s): Dimario Leung, Ralan Styles
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